invictus

Invictus-celebrating the unconquerable.

I must have arrived late at the party or how else does one explain my chance contact with such a great movie, which premiered in 2009, just two days ago. After seeing such a master-piece, my inquisitive nature flew me to the original work and immediately I was lost in a song.
William Ernest Henley who lived between 1849-1903 wrote the poem Invictus in celebration of the strong-hearted, the ardent believers, the unconquerables. What better time to write about being strong-hearted than this time when the polity Nigerian is plunged into a mirage of progress and the dawn of nothingness. A time when the realities of the day are sufficient to get a grandmother scared of pregnancy, a time when the political climate is thunderous and the security situation is akin to a tsunami. To the Unconquerable!!!
It is in the words of Henley that I find comfort this day and ask you all to sing these words with me:

Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul

In the full clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid

It matters not how strait the gate
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.

To the unconquerable, keep fighting and someday we shall win the battle over our limitations.